June 3, 2005

  • *ahem*

    Last night was the last night of 10 hours.

    And my last night of 3rd shift.

    (does happy monkey dance)

    Hopefully my last third shift ever - but who knows. I'm moving to B
    shift at Stride Rite - an alternative 1st shift (930a to 6p). Not the
    greatest hours - but I get to sleep at NIGHT. I miss sleeping at night.
    Fuck, I just miss sleeping.

    Also, since I don't have to be back until Monday at 930am, this means I have a 2 1/2 day weekend. Mmmmmm.

    (does another happy dance)

    I also interviewed at Staffmark (temp agency) in Fort Wayne and they're
    job hunting for me. I do love it when people look at my resume and ask
    why the hell I'm in their office. *sigh* However, even if they can't
    find me a job in my field, maybe they can find me a job that requires
    less driving or less working.

    Strangely, I find that I'll miss lots of the people I work with. I
    never figured that I'd relate better with the people that I work with
    now  - the...er... unwashed (LITERALLY) masses - than the people I
    used to work with - the uber-educated, ultra-liberal crowd. There were
    many of those back in Grad school -- my favorite was the girl who was a
    vegan, primarily to save the environment, but who also flew to
    Tennessee from Ohio every other weekend to see her boyfriend.

    I am glad to see this week end though. Ten hour shift precluded my
    normal Wednesday activities (read as: Sex). And I really would like to
    have said activities.

    This week has also been somewhat...blah. The weather has been beautiful
    for most of it --- at least while I was sleeping. I did dye my hair -
    but I was disappointed that yet again, my hair decided to become the
    color it wanted to be not the color I wanted it to be. I wanted coppery
    blonde...it's more copper. Damn Big Lots clearance hair dye.

    I've also managed to injure myself, especially my hands on a regular
    basis this week. Peaked last night when I gashed open my right palm on
    the elevator...which is a bitch when driving a standard truck.

    This entry is all over the place. For that I apologize, but I've been up forever and I still have errands to run and the like...

Comments (3)

  • Man, they should put a warning label on any hair dye with red in it: WILL NOT LOOK LIKE COLOR ON BOX.

  • Yeah, I would like to have said activities, too.

    Well, I happen to like copper hair, so I'm sure you're beeeeeautiful.

  • I hate it when hair dye goes wrong... fortunately even if it does, usually it's at least somewhat palatable until next go-round.  Hope your hand gets healed quickly!  Ouch!

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